I'm Ben. An almost 30 year old man-child living and trying to get it made in the Philippines. I hate. I hate a lot of things in this fishbowl called life, but what i hate most is the feeling of hating. Which is the reason for my first and probably only venture into blogging. I need a release. Better bellyache and bitch here than in "society". And by the way, fuck society.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Why I hate. Might also be why you hate.

My girlfriend (yes thats right, I have one) told me that i was a melancholic. She's been eating up all these books lately about the 4 personalities; choleric, melancholic, sanguine, and phlegmatic, and, apparently I'm an easy book to read and have been branded as a melancholic. From what I remember her pointing out as to why I am melancholic is that I'm a perfectionist. Which sound so much better than what I think I actually do or am; I comlpain, bellyache, and though I hate to associate this word to myself, I do "bitch". In a manly way don't get me wrong. It's not annoying I promise.

Back to why I hate. The cause of my hate are those... things. You've seen them. They have limbs, stand on two legs, they lumber and wade around, and open their pieholes to talk, and have stupid ideas in those round things on top of their bodies. They have characteristics that make me want to blast my brains out with a shotgun, you know 'em. People. People suck! I've always stood by the thought that life is straight-forward, simple, and, dare I say, easy. But because of "people"... man! Life would be easier with less people. That's a fact. Less. Not none. Less. Way less. Like maybe if it was Adam, Eve, and me. But people. People, man. People. Populations, the masses, the elite, government, crooks, the poor, the rich, Cops! Fuck cops!, the materialistic, the fanatics, the extortionists, the wannabes, the know it alls, the dickheads and the douchebags, the corrupt, the sick and twisted, the ones who tell me what to do, the fuckers who frisk me, the users, the greedy, the false martyrs, the deceitful, PEOPLE! Jeez louise people. There are so many idiots and assholes in this planet to make life a living nightmare. Far from perfect or ideal. Fuckers. (I'm going to start using "we" now cause frankly I hate myself too) We just make everything so complicated. We are all so different and selfish that we lie, scam, hurt, annoy, contradict, scheme, manipulate, and fuck each other over that life becomes a challenge. And thats just the best of us. I haven't gone into the dumbasses and morons in my country.

Now, I know its immature of me to know that life isn't perfect but still expect it to be, but I can't help it. Half the day everyday I make a mental list of the kinds of people that I'd love to put down. I hate people.

Okay, now i got my melancholia on, time to start hating. Next post, sons of bitches on the streets on Manila.